Количество артистов: 43,846 Количество текстов песен: 642,600
Количество артистов: 43,846 Количество текстов песен: 642,600
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Артист: FatalНазвание : I Know The RuleДанные: текст песни / слова песни Жанры : death metal technical death metal darkwave russian post-punk Видео:
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Verse one I blowem over wit the club scene Try don, for my nine thousand thugs In the clubs, that love green, one step Behind hussin, dogs the don, me and im Well bomb on ya kind, like vietnam Against all odds, get cha benz or rocks Me and kada, go against all fog Dog from jeerz, infotrate all herds My last words, who gone blast and serve They told me never say never, but I never stay alive Hold me, look in my eyes, say Im never gonna die Blast pass, ya half ass, staff like casses clay Pass the tray, pound gripped wit the satin Pistol packin fresh out of jail, I aint goin back Release me to the care, of my heartless strap Hung over from hennessy, wit a menace in tennessee To creep like, burglars heraldin all you suckas in the industry Chorus I know the rules, you all tryin to changeem Cuz, you a star, wit ya video models you be frontin At the bar, me and my thuggs in back, sippin yack Relax, tat it down, jus dyin to go out wit macks I know the rules, you all tryin to changeem Cuz, you a star, wit ya video hoes you be frontin At the bar, me and my thuggs in back, sippin yack Relax, tat it down, jus dyin to go out wit macks Verse two It gets hectic yall, switch the rules Get cha tools, my motor for runnin down cuz Ya bitch inproved, reelected as any, as respected Outlaw glocks, got it locked, wit all these blocks connected From the east to the west, back home wit tha vest Seen it all and still ball, a dog you cant impress Cores ya soul, wit this gold mic molest When I blowem aint nothin less, drinkin in front of ? Dont get prayed over and laid, picked from bein pounded Tha 41. wit the quick flip speed rounded, clothes you identify Bitch made niggaz, I got a point Im out ta minimize, down goes ya squad and ya c.e.o, to Step in the streets, steadily infectin ya crew He betta act, or get smacked, wit the ten mack two<echoes> Chorus Verse three Secerts of war, we bust if we must plus And handle business, when you jealous playas Fuck wit us, turn the party out Soon as they whip the lime beocardy out Its all we out, been up all night, when the guards be out Call me out, picture perfect life, when I live it Run ya part of town like emmitt, only five minutes in it Militant minded, combined wit a sentence All you fake thug niggas, ya crimes aint constant Even po-nine, they give me mine from a distant My chain dangle, hold the henny on a strange angle Aim and bang you, who the fuck you tryin run ya game to Its crunch time, Im servinem when its lunch time Give me mines, stealin ya hoe, and Ill throw just one rhyme Yall niggas squealin, my thuggs is still dealin Got niggas hittin the ceilin, on them fiffty story buildings Clack back the strap, give me that wit the equipment Chorus To all my thuggs, all around the muthafuckin county nation World wide, keep on sittin in the back, wit that yack Keepin it real, yall know who it go dowwnnnnnnn Fatal dog once again, for my outlaw niggas Keep it comin, none muthafuckin stop Kadafi rest in peace, my nigga pac rest in peace | Похожие исполнители:
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